Page 49 of Marrying the Silver Fox

I lean over her, dragging my lips across her cheek, and she groans, turning to me, her tongue searching for mine as she pushes it deep into my mouth. I press down against her clit, and finally feel her pussy clench around my fingers as the orgasm washes everything else away for a moment. Her hips circle against mine, drawing out the pleasure, the feeling, as long as she can, as if she knows what lies on the other side and is not ready for it yet.

I can feel her muscles throbbing around me, the white-hot heat of her sex where it houses my fingers—and before I can think what I’m doing, I’m pulling her to the edge of the bathtub, drawing her into an upright position as I wrap an arm around her waist, sending water splashing to the floor. Her hair is damp, her skin glistening with wetness, and she looks like a goddamn goddess in my arms.

A goddess that I want nothing more than to worship at the altar of in any way I can.

I unzip my pants, taking my cock into my hand and guiding it toward her. She parts her legs, planting them on either side of me as I kneel up to position myself between her thighs. I reach up, brushing her hair back from her face, and cradle her neck in my hand as I guide myself inside of her for the first time since her return.

And fuck, does she feel like heaven.

The kind of heaven I never imagined I would get a chance to experience again, the kind of heaven I never want to forget my way to as long as I live. I might be a sinner, she might be a saint, but when we are together, there is no distance between us at all.

She rests her arms on my shoulders, leaning her head against mine and casting her gaze downward as she takes in the slow, thrusting motion of my cock against her pussy. I feel her brow furrow against mine, and I follow her gaze down. I let out a hiss of pleasure between my teeth when I see the way we look together, my thick girth parting her folds with ease and sliding deep into her slick warmth. She tightens her grip on me, and I sink my fingers into the back of her neck in return, letting her know that I feel everything she does right now.

“I’m never losing you again,” I murmur to her, as I shift my head so I can kiss her on the lips. “You hear me? Never.”

She moans back, brushing her mouth against mine. She doesn’t need to speak. Our bodies are saying everything they need to say right now, and I don’t intend to waste it.

I can already feel the overwhelm building deep inside of me, my pleasure mirroring hers even before I was aware of it. Her nails dig into the nape of my neck, that vulnerable spot that she could use to do so much harm if she wanted to. But despite it all, despite everything I’ve put her through, she seems intent on touching me with the care and lust that drives me fucking crazy.

I piston myself into her a few more times, savoring the sensation of her wrapped around my cock. And I listen as her breath grows more insistent, her belly clenching once again as she begins to inch toward her release. I know it won’t be long, and I don’t want it to be—I want her to come again, to feel her body giving in to the sheer pleasure between us, this scorching heat that feels like it could burn away everything that I’ve messed up.

With one last thrust, I bury myself inside her, and my cock twitches as I plunge over the edge and into my release. I mutter a curse in Russian under my breath, the intensity of it bringing out a side of me that has been long-buried for just a moment. My cock twitches deep within in and I issue forth my seed, and she squeezes her thighs on either side of me as though determined not to waste a drop.

And it seems to be that which takes her over the edge, the stimulation in the bath melding with the closeness and intimacy that we share as I finish within her. Her hips rise into me as she gasps, her body softening into throbbing pulses that seem intent on squeezing every drop of my seed from my cock.

Afterward, neither of us make a move to draw away from each other. I know I don’t want to be anywhere other than right here with her, right here at her side, no matter what. The mere days we spent apart have felt like a lifetime, but on some level, they have allowed me to see just how important she is to me.

And as I wrap my arms around her, I swear to myself that I will never let anyone keep us apart again, not as long as I live.

No matter what it takes to keep her here in my arms.

25

ANDIE

When I wake the next morning, I do so with a start. For a second, I think that I’m back there, still locked up in that foul apartment that Max was keeping me in, but then I look around, and it all comes flooding back to me.

Nikolai’s rescue. His gun to Max’s head. The way he listened to me when I told him not to shoot his brother. And the way he took me into his arms and cleaned me and made me come until I couldn’t think of anything other than how glad I was to be back with him.

My memories of what came after that are a little hazy. I’m pretty sure he carried me to his bed, which is where I’m waking up now. I look around, reaching out to the warmth of the bed beside me where he must have slept the night right there at my side.

It’s the first time we’ve shared a room since we came back from Russia, and I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that he’s so determined to keep an eye on me, given how I slipped right out from underneath him.

My stomach grumbles loudly, and I realize that it has been way, way too long since I actually ate something. I press my hands into my belly, offering a little apology to the baby to tell them that I’m going to do what I can to make sure they are provided for in any way I can. I just need to find enough energy to get out of bed and go to the kitchen and⁠—

But then the door opens—and I find Nikolai standing there in the doorway, carrying a tray of food. My mouth starts to water as I catch the scent of eggs and bacon, orange juice and coffee perched alongside the plate, and I grin as he carries it over to me.

“I didn’t know you did personal deliveries,” I tease him lightly. “Breakfast in bed, huh? I could get used to this…”

He chuckles as he puts it down at the bedside table next to me. “Don’t get used to it,” he warns me. “I just wanted you to have something to eat, given that you fell asleep before you had a chance last night.”

“Oh, right, that’s what happened,” I mumble, rubbing a hand over my face as I begin to string it all together. I’m distantly aware of the memory of him cradling me against his chest after he lifted me out of the bath, the thud of his heart against my head, the way my drowsy eyes drifted shut when he laid me down in that impossibly comfortable bed.

And now here he is before me, taking care of me, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. He’s wearing jeans and a white tee, and it’s the first time I have seen him so…dressed-down. It’s odd, seeing this side of him, but it’s a side of him I hope I get to see more of over the coming months.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, concerned, as I reach for the tray and pull it onto my lap.

“I’m…okay,” I admit. I’m exhausted, and my body aches, and I know that it will likely take me a few more meals to restore myself, but he doesn’t need to know all of that. I am here, with him, I am safe, and I don’t think anything else really matters.